Chapter 3. Brandon's Threat

Amelia’s eyes widened seeing that he drove over to a popular cafe tucked a few blocks away and parked his car. Her face paled, thinking about what she would do if her brothers saw her here with Tristan. Why did he have to bring her here, of all places? She didn’t protest though and went inside together to order two caffè lattes, two molten choco lava cakes, and croissants at the counter. 

Tristan chose a corner booth and Amelia scooted in. Tristan sat down beside her instead of taking the opposite seat. How uncomfortable could it get? Goosebumps appeared on her arms where his arm brushed her skin. Was he doing it on purpose? The devil! He knew the effect he was having upon her. She tried to put some distance between them, but he lifted an eyebrow and leaned in and stare into her eyes.

“Do I make you that nervous, baby doll?” he asked, his eyes trying to read her soul. Amelia looked away, not wanting to admit that he indeed made her very nervous! 

“No, I’m